Death in Dublin

When Father collapsed and died in Dublin,
I was eating a very good chocolate muffin.

Mother screamed. A teacup fell.
It’s not that he’d even been unwell.

I’m afraid I took another bite;
it was so deliciously moist and light.

[first posted 7 July 2014]

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